Damn it. Missed two days completely.
That's the sort of shit that happens when you spend your day in the gym and your night shopping.
Well, more like, "That's what happens when the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale comes to town... with an additional 50-75% off."
Do I really need that much underwear? Nah, I still have some from a year ago (that's two semi-annual sales ago) that I haven't worn.
But those skivvies are SO comfortable... I MUST buy them when they're only $2.99 (I'm sure it only cost about 20 cents a pair to make... I mean... just cut the fucking material and viola, calzones!).
Don't get me started on the bras. I tell myself I'm only going to buy ONE, but there's this crazy exhilaration that goes on when I buy a $60 bra for only $17-- including tax. Come the fuck on! I'm doing it!
Shit does get a little out of hand... for instance, yesterday I HAD to purchase spinach, since I ran out and it's my favorite vegetable... practically the only vegetable I eat. Anyway, I had 60 bucks in my pocket set aside for some much needed grocery shopping... but since I was driving on LV BLVD, I convinced myself the bell-peppers sitting in my fridge would suffice for at least two days-- for my veggie count-- and that money could be burned right there, in a better place, on that street.
So what did I do? I took that money SHOPPING.
Today is the dirty task of doing some returns... a couple of bras that just didn't work (one in particular pissed me off. WHO THE FUCK still wears bras that make one's tits look like a bull ready for the goddamn rodeo?! All pointy TO THE SIDES! Who the fuck wears that? Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? WHO THOUGHT THAT WAS FLATTERING?! You might say that apparently I did, but those fucking bras deceive you up until you actually put one on and suffer a rant similar to the one I just spewed).
I'm getting cash back...
No need to say where that money's going... spinach can hold its fucking horses and give me a few more days.
That's the sort of shit that happens when you spend your day in the gym and your night shopping.
Well, more like, "That's what happens when the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale comes to town... with an additional 50-75% off."
Do I really need that much underwear? Nah, I still have some from a year ago (that's two semi-annual sales ago) that I haven't worn.
But those skivvies are SO comfortable... I MUST buy them when they're only $2.99 (I'm sure it only cost about 20 cents a pair to make... I mean... just cut the fucking material and viola, calzones!).
Don't get me started on the bras. I tell myself I'm only going to buy ONE, but there's this crazy exhilaration that goes on when I buy a $60 bra for only $17-- including tax. Come the fuck on! I'm doing it!
Shit does get a little out of hand... for instance, yesterday I HAD to purchase spinach, since I ran out and it's my favorite vegetable... practically the only vegetable I eat. Anyway, I had 60 bucks in my pocket set aside for some much needed grocery shopping... but since I was driving on LV BLVD, I convinced myself the bell-peppers sitting in my fridge would suffice for at least two days-- for my veggie count-- and that money could be burned right there, in a better place, on that street.
So what did I do? I took that money SHOPPING.
Today is the dirty task of doing some returns... a couple of bras that just didn't work (one in particular pissed me off. WHO THE FUCK still wears bras that make one's tits look like a bull ready for the goddamn rodeo?! All pointy TO THE SIDES! Who the fuck wears that? Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? WHO THOUGHT THAT WAS FLATTERING?! You might say that apparently I did, but those fucking bras deceive you up until you actually put one on and suffer a rant similar to the one I just spewed).
I'm getting cash back...
No need to say where that money's going... spinach can hold its fucking horses and give me a few more days.
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WOOOO!!! Haha.
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